Two more not so affordable parts of the Unaffordable Health Care Act:
1. You don’t qualify for a subsidy if your income is less than 100% of the Federal Poverty Level.
2. Likewise you don’t get a subsidy if your filing status is “married filing separately.” If you’re married, your tax filing status must be “married filing jointly” in order to qualify for a subsidy.
“So, the poor folk this is designed to cover can’t afford it?”
$11,490. That’s the 2013 Federal Poverty Guideline for one individual living anywhere in the 48 Contiguous States and the District of Columbia.
$11,491. That’s the minimum one individual living anywhere in the 48 Contiguous States and the District of Columbia can earn to qualify for an Obamacare subsidy
25,273,000. That’s the number of individuals living anywhere in the 48 Contiguous States and the District of Columbia who earn less than $11,490.
25,273,000. That’s the number of individuals living anywhere in the 48 Contiguous States and the District of Columbia who don’t qualify for Obamacare premium tax credits or cost-sharing subsidies.
That’s right, Pookie, if you are the poorest of the poor, you don’t get premium tax credits or cost-sharing subsidies. [Note to those who are counting, some but not all of those 25,273,000 do qualify for Medicaid.]
“And if you and your spouse don’t live together, you’re basically screwed.”
About 2,408,000 people filed separate returns in 2009, the most recent year the IRS has published. About 1,811,779 (One million, eight hundred eleven thousand, seven hundred seventy-nine) of those reported less that $49,960 in income, the cut-off for individual subsidies. One point eight million people left out by the Unaffordable Care Act.
Well, Pookie, you might not be getting screwed but, yeah, you are.
If you support Obamacare, this is what your crutch hath wrought.
That Pogo ‘toon was the sig at the bottom of my anti stupidity posters that magically showed up in random County offices at random times during my 27 years there. many thanks to Pogo. He still needs to be heard.
We once fed a stray cat who came to our door. It hung around a few weeks and tried unsuccessfully to blend with our clowder of cats. Seems it was a bit retarded so we dubbed it Pookie. Poor thing wasn’t street smart and got itself frisbeed. In retrospect that seems prophetic.
My son the engineer went to the doctor yesterday for an annual checkup. It was a new doctor, and my son showed the clinic that he was covered under two separate private insurance plans. One was his employer’s group plan, and the other was his wife’s employer’s group plan — where she works as a nurse. The clinic perused the coverage-information of both policies and told him that one of them was bound to work.
His healthcare insurance covers seven people, five of whom are females — all of which are of child-bearing age. He might have to take a second job to pay for it.
— George